NovelEnglishChapter 6 Beneath his sharp, cropped hair was a strikingly handsface-deep-set eyes, a strong nose, features chiseled as if sculpted by an artist's hand.
He was nothing like Magnus, whose cold, distant gaze sent a chill through any room he entered. Victor, on the other hand, had eyes that slanted just so, their corners lifting in a way that gave him a subtle, mischievous allure whenever he smiled-an edge of wickedness that was easy to miss, but impossible to forget. Isadora sat up in bed, clutching the duvet to her chest, nerves jangling. "Victor, I—I didn't mean for this to happen. I was drugged. That's the only reason I..." She trailed off, cheeks burning. "How can I make it up to you?" She couldn't believe it herself-the heir to the powerful Fitzgerald family of Capitolion, Victor, had just spent the night with her.
Even she was baffled by the situation.
Victor arched an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on the woman tangled up in sheets.
Isadora's long, wavy hair spilled over her shoulders, making her delicate face seem even smaller, her clear eyes clouded with regret.
She was beautiful, her fair skin marked by the unmistakable traces of their night together.
Victor's eyes darkened, his voice lazy and almost teasing as he picked up on her words. "And how do you plan to compensate me?" Isadora faltered, voice barely a whisper. "Maybe I could...buy you dinner?" Victor's eyelids flickered with amusement. "Do you really think I'm hurting for a free meal?" Right. What could she possibly offer Victor Fitzgerald? The Fitzgeralds were Capitolion's wealthiest family, owners of a fortune that stretched into the billions. Her meager savings wouldn't even register to someone like him.
She looked up, helpless. "Then...maybe you could givea clue?" It was her first tsleeping with anyone. What was she supposed to do now? She had no idea how to handle this-if Victor hadn't been the Fitzgerald heir, she'd be the one left at a loss. Her first time, gone just like that.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut it had happened with Victor, the city's most eligible bachelor—and she'd been the one to make the first move.
No matter how you looked at it, she was the one coming out ahead.
Victor leaned in, fingers hooking under her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
For a moment, their eyes locked in the silence between them.
A faint, wicked smile played at Victor's lips. "Isadora, I just spent the night making sure you were satisfied. As compensation, it's your turn to satisfy me." Isadora's mind went blank, her thoughts scattering.
Last night, under the influence of the drug, she'd surrendered to every reckless impulse.
But now, she was painfully, mortifyingly sober.
She couldn't do this.
Victor didn't give her tto dwell on it. He gripped her slender waist, drawing her close.
His lips crashed down on hers, hunger and heat burning in every breath, every look.
Her robe was already loose, revealing the elegant line of her collarbone, pale and tempting.
Victor's lips trailed along her brow, her cheek, her lips, planting soft, lingering kisses before finally capturing her earlobe, teasing it with his tongue and teeth.
His ragged breath danced against her ear, sending shivers all the way down her spine.
Isadora couldn't help but gasp, her voice breathy and unfamiliar-nothing like the way she usually sounded.
She hadn't had a drop to drink, yet the taste of whiskey on Victor's lips and the clean, masculine scent of his skin threatened to drown her.
In a daze, her thoughts drifted to Magnus's last birthday.
She'd spent days preparing for it, baking a chocolate cake from scratch, planning to finally give herself to him.
That night, she'd worn a daring little black dress-short, low-cut, backless.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut, as always, Elise had fallen ill.
And, as always, Magnus hadn't shown up.
She'd ended up alone, sobbing beside the cake she'd made, the dress she'd Os she'd picked out now nothing more than a cruenjoke-eventually shoved to the back of her closet, never to be worn again. The memory made her heart ache, a sharp pang of regret for the foolish girl she used to be.
Suddenly, Victor bit down gently on her earlobe, pulling her back to the present.
He pulled away, bracing himself above her, eyes dark and searching. "Drifting off?" Just two words, but they snapped her back to reality.
She'd just been with Victor, and her mind had wandered to Magnus. What man could accept that? "Seems I'm not quite captivating enough for Miss Vaughan," Victor said, his tone impossible to read.
Fear twisted in Isadora's stomach.
(of She'd heard plenty of stories about Victor Fitzgerald's ruthless side-she didn't want to see it for herself. She blurted out, "I... didn't mean to." Victor's lips twisted with a devil-may-care smile. "No problem."
Relief flooded her, but just as quickly, Victor flipped her over gathering her soft body into his arms. His lips brushed her ear, voice low and dangerous with a hint of command. "This time, you're in charge."
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